Shi Wence stayed in the cell for half an hour, and only a quarter of the time was spent by Zhao Su Rui talking to him. The rest was Zhao Su Rui forcing him to wipe away the tears on his face.

Although he was a dignified censor of the Yong Dynasty, although his official position was not high, he was still the face of the Yong Dynasty. What could he say with tears on his face?

Shi Wence didn't care, and said while wiping:

"My official position was conferred by His Majesty, and it was not held back through tears, so why should I care? In the past, I traveled around various places, and when I was in poverty, I even served as a mourner for others. Because I cried well, I was even

We treat them like close friends and relatives, and even share half an extra chicken in the steaming bowl."

The corners of Zhao Surui's mouth trembled slightly.

Shi Wence was tall and as strong as a stone tower. For such a strong man to cry with genuine emotion in a crowd, anyone who looked at him would have thought that he had been friends with the deceased for four or five lifetimes.

What is he proud of?

Zhao Surui couldn't help but feel lucky, because before he set fire to the cell, other prisoners in this cell, who were only detained for a few days, were simply released early. Repeat offenders and long-term prisoners were transferred to other cells of the procuratorate, which means that this cell

Now he was the only one who saw Shi Wence's crying state.

The Yong Dynasty's face was saved.

Pooh!

The Yong Dynasty’s face was saved! Emperor Zhaode’s eyes were hurt!

Seeing Shi Wence's eyes turned red and looking a little innocent and pitiful, Zhao Surui simply wanted to go back half a day ago and die with Shen Sanfei, who had set him up.

Shi Wence left for about a moment when Qian Xiaowu came in carrying a wooden box.

The original jailer in this cell had been captured long ago, and only Qian Xiaowu was left. The ones who followed Shi Wence today were those he had gone to elsewhere to get.

He took out a large coarse porcelain bowl from the wooden box. Qian Xiaowu held it in his hands with trepidation. He didn't even dare to put it down without "Mrs. Shen" speaking.

Even if he only served her for a few days, Qian Xiaowu knew how noble Mrs. Shen lived.

It doesn’t matter if Jin is eaten, it’s not like there are no noble children in this prison. After a famous family, they will naturally be able to serve them comfortably or die. For generations, they have been serving as errands of the Procuratorate of West City.

This was the first time I saw the incense in the cell changing every day.

"Mrs. Shen, the new master has said that because of the previous murders in prison, outsiders are prohibited from visiting places outside the procuratorate lobby. Your daily meals can only be like this for the time being. Don't worry, the new master will be here.

This will be scrapped soon."

A bowl of rice with slightly broken grains and a bowl of boiled radish with soy sauce were both roughly packed in earthenware bowls, and the portions seemed quite large.

It just makes people lose their appetite.

Zhao Surui felt that even if he didn't eat for half a year, he might not be able to eat this kind of food.

However, he didn't just care about this at this time.

"How do you know that when the new master comes, people will come into the cell again to deliver food?"

Qian Xiaowu's cheeks seemed to be frozen:

"As the saying goes, it's hard for a good woman to make a living without rice. Whether it's a new master or an old master, if he wants to provide food for us in the prison, he must have money and food."

Zhao Surui understood that even if the original censor of patrolling the city was taken away, there would still be no money and no food in this small procuratorate...

What about the money?

Where's the food?

"Where's the vegetable soup you gave to the prisoners before?"

He had seen these jailers coming in with wooden buckets every day before. Vegetable leaves were floating in the unclear-colored soup lake, and the bizarre smell really made people shy away.

After listening to Mrs. Shen's question, Qian Xiaowu's waist almost dropped:

"Madam, please don't worry. We don't dare to let you eat that. It's just boiled water and a spoonful of mixed noodle soup. It can only make people half full."

According to Dayong's law, prisoners who have no one to serve them can get one liter of rice per day (total: thirty-two-seven yuan), and the stove is turned on twice a day in the prison.

There are twenty or thirty prisoners in this prison, and only three or five of them are given meals every day. The total amount should be more than twenty liters per day.

Even if the rice is divided into two meals, it will still be half-dry when Tianti comes in that day.

It's definitely not a mushy soup that makes pigs lose weight after eating it.

Zhao Surui finished the calculation in his mind and smiled coldly:

"I don't want this meal. I'm just going to bring you the mushy soup that I used to give to others."

Qian Xiaowu's knees softened and he almost knelt down.

"Mrs. Shen!"

Zhao Surui just raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Why, you still want to cover up for those losers who even eat the prisoners' rations?"

Qian Xiaowu held the rice in both hands, held his neck and smashed his head on the ground:

"Madam, please do a good job. Even if you become a prostitute in this prison, what will happen? In such a cell of the procuratorate, untouchables like this villain have to make a living here for generations! There is only a thin layer of oil and water in this procuratorate. Those adults come here to skin you once and for all, not to mention prisoners. Prisoners like us are just peeled off layer by layer and can barely survive... If the villain obeys your wishes, let alone the villain. My son, even the villain himself can no longer stay in this procuratorate."

Zhao Surui said nothing.

His small copper stove was finally left to him by Ah Chi, who held it in his arms as usual.

Looking at Qian Xiaowu kneeling on the ground, he frowned.

There are people in this world who are born noble, and there are naturally those who are born humble. A jailer in a dilapidated cell, only a lowly person like Qian Xiaowu can be used as a treasure.

"Qian Xiaowu, have you ever thought that by stirring up the dirty mud and smelly water in this cell, you can win the favor of Shangguan and rise to the top? Your new master used to be famous for his uprightness and courage. Without him, you would not dare to Touched."

"Mrs. Shen, please stop teasing me. I will be a jailor all my life. What hope do I have? I beg you, I beg you. You only need to suffer for a few days and then go out. I will take good care of you." I won’t miss a hair on your head!"

Zhao Surui rolled his eyes. He no longer had the top spot. He sat on the bed and finally relaxed.

"Just put the rice away."

"Thank you, Mrs. Shen, thank you, Mrs. Shen!"

Putting the food on a clean wooden bench, Qian Xiaowu smiled and said:

"Mrs. Shen, did the new master just tell you when he would let you go back?"

"Go back? Go back to where?" Zhao Surui naturally refused to eat that kind of food. He put his feet up on the bedside, holding the small hand stove and sulking...

Qian Xiaowu's waist was still bent: "Dang, of course I'm going home."

"He didn't say." Zhao Surui raised his eyelids, "He won't let me go back either."

Why was Shi Wence crying? Not only because of "Shen Shiqing"'s suffering? But also because "Shen Shiqing" has now become a murderer's wife.

With his temperament, it is absolutely impossible to bend the law for personal gain. If Dayong's laws are not changed, Shi Wence can only watch his "niece of the Shen family" die.

etc.

Zhao Surui suddenly stood up from the bed.

If Shen Sanfai wants to use power to get him out, he should replace him with someone who is good at dancing and patrolling the West City Procuratorate.

The person she hired was Shi Wence.

Since she used Shi Wence.

Then, what she really wants to touch is Dayong's Law.

I see.

Even though Shen Sanfei was in his body, she actually borrowed his hand and used her original identity to make Chu Jiyuan and Shi Wence stand on the side of the new law.

No, it's not just these two people.

There was also Li Congyuan, and there were also the female officials who were brought into the palace by her one after another.

I see.

He always felt that Shen Sanfei was too eager to promote female officials, but he never thought that Shen Sanfei's real sword was the ancestral family law of the Yong Dynasty.

She doesn't need to be stable, she wants to change, she wants everyone to move, rise and fall, and show their own characteristics.

By investigating the Taipu Temple matter, not only could the nobles be in danger, but the Six Ministries and the Metropolitan Procuratorate, which had been suffering from long-standing malpractices, could be cleaned up. He originally thought that Shen Sanfai did this just to cover up.

In order to protect her and let a female official enter the court, I didn't expect that even the entry of a female official into the court was just a pretense.

The reason why Shen San abolished her using female officials to check the accounts was actually to eliminate the excuse of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. If she could find another helper from the Ministry of Punishment or Dali Temple at this time, most of the three divisions would be under her control.

In this way...

In a daze, Zhao Surui raised his head and looked at the window where there was still some light.

The slanting light is faint.

He looked at the white outside and the black inside.

There seemed to be countless lines crisscrossing in front of my eyes, and then there was a crisp sound of "pop" and "pop".

One sound, another sound.

He looked around and saw huge chess pieces, black or white, falling at the intersections of the lines.

It suddenly dawned on him that he was also standing on a chessboard.

No, it turned out that he himself was really used as a pawn.
To be continued...